Todos os capítulos de He was never mine: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Wyatt’s POVThe noise didn't stop, if anything it got louder in the corridor the moment Elise left. The press had followed us, and security was still pushing people back somewhere behind us. Further ahead, music poured through the walls. Another show going live. Models lined up behind a curtain, staff rushing past with racks of clothes, someone calling lighting cues into a headset.Fashion Week didn't pause for anyone. The crisis hadn't stopped a single thing. The industry kept moving, and now Avery was back in it. Something in my chest eased slightly.Her team intercepted us before we made it halfway down the hall. Her assistant, two of the team leads, all of them waiting."What happened in there?""Is it handled?"Avery stopped walking and glanced at me. "It's handled but someone made another story out of it for the press.” I shifted slightly beside her, and tried to cover a small cough that escaped. The team looked at me then. Their whole tone adjusted in about three seconds,

Avery's POVThe door clicked shut behind her and the room went quiet.Just the two of us now. I moved first, stepping away from where we'd been standing, putting some distance between us the way I always did when I needed to think clearly and I couldn't do that with him too close. His hand caught my wrist before I got far enough."You really didn't want me here," he said calmly, his eyes reading my face.I turned.“This isn't about you." I pulled my wrist free and kept my voice even. "It's about the situation, the public mess." I let out a deep breath. “I had things moving in a direction I could manage and then you walked into that room. Now it's something completely different. That's what I'm talking about. I didn't want you dragged into the middle of all this."He stepped closer slowly. "You don't get to decide that for me."I opened my mouth but he cut through it before anything came out."I told you before. I'm not walking away from this." His eyes stayed on mine, steady in that

Avery’s POVThe cameras found us the second we stepped outside. Flashes everywhere, voices overlapping, and microphones shoved forward before we’d even cleared the hotel entrance.“Ms. Montreux! Are you officially confirming the relationship?”“Mr Wyatt Kane, is this a publicity move?”“How long has this been going on?”I kept my face forward and my pace steady. Wyatt said quietly beside me. “Keep walking.” His hand found mine, fingers lacing through naturally, “You’re not helping the situation,” I muttered under my breath.A faint smirk pulled at his mouth.“I am the situation now,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand as he leaned closer.“Everything they want?” His voice dropped just for me. “It’s right here.”I had nothing to say to that. So I stayed quiet. We walked through the crowd together and the flashes followed us all the way to the car. Reporters shouting questions at our backs that we both ignored.Last night still sat in my chest. I had tried so hard not to think a

Avery's POVMy assistant answered quietly. “It’s the head of the media team. Donald.”‘He coordinates the media team.” She added. Wyatt’s jaw shifted, something dangerous showed behind his eyes. “Where the fuck is he right now?”That was the only question that mattered. I locked my phone and turned toward the door.The memory from the first day we had arrived from California hit me before I’d even taken two steps. That day, the backstage was in chaos and everything was overwhelming. Donald had walked straight up to me with his hand already extended, and a soft smile plastered across his face. “Donald. I handle all media coordination for the venue. Anything you need, come straight to me.” He’d said.He answered questions my team asked before I answered them. He had our team’s access requirements sorted out. I’d thought he was just exceptionally good at his job. I’d actually been grateful. That first afternoon was a lot, and he’d made one small part of it easier. I’d even mentioned

Avery’s POVThe corridor outside the venue felt like a completely different place two days later.Donald had been handed over to the authorities the morning after his confession. He was charged with unauthorized system access, and distribution of private content.The organizers had their legal team move on it fast and quietly, no press, no announcement, nothing that would drag the event through more noise. It was handled cleanly. I watched the event getting wrapped up and felt almost nothing, because handled wasn’t the same as solved. Donald was just a messenger. Whoever told him to do that was still out there, still invisible.I filed that away and got on with the day.The joint interview was set up in one of the venue’s media rooms. Two chairs faced a camera with soft lighting. A reporter from an industry outlet sat across from us. She had been briefed on exactly how much she could push. Thirty minutes, scheduled.Wyatt sat beside me, close enough that our shoulders almost touched.